Oh I could tell you stories about how horribly she behaved in the most sexiest ways.
No woman, or man, for that fact,
could have worn that black dress as dirty as she did and no man or woman could rock those heels underneath as she did. She looked at me while passing,
took me by the hand and
grabbed a bottle of wine on the way out, only to go and dig a whole in my yard...
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
